There Goes Jane.

It's striking me, sitting here in the grass
watching all of the poor people pass
with apathy, indifference, or smiles as thier mask
that even when we stop to ask,
"How are you?"
no one really listens for an answer.

Here comes Jane walking under the sun
shades covering her eyes to dim all she sees
not letting the light creep into her brain
just trying to refrain
from what may hurt her eyes
and with her disguise she's drawing herself blind
and no one really cares
not even Jane.

Somewhere in her brain
does she wonder what the world would look like
unshaded
unashamed of every color?

Trying to keep out the pain
we're making things darker

Trying to keep out the pain
There Goes Jane.



(a poem i wrote a few weeks ago...decided to post it here. enjoy.)